Natalie

Cameron Hines is a man on a mission, hitting the bed, first with his knees and then his elbows, and hovering over me. His mouth stops just above my nipples, blowing a breath over the sensitive skin. The peaks tighten, begging for his tongue or lips, to feel the heat of his mouth around my flesh.

“Please,” I beg, tilting my head back against the bed, thrusting up into him.

“You don’t have to ask twice.”

He leans down, clasping his lips around ...